Vidal's Verse

I am still haunted by memories and feelings that should have long ago passed. The problematic curse of an almost perfect memory. Do I remember the days perfectly or do I remember her as being perfect?

These are just stories told poetically. This is a place for my words to live. Some lead good lives and others not so much. I would call these Poetic Stories. 

A Sin To Add On To

When we first met I wanted to get to know her because of the sin in my heart, then it was because of how my heart would sing when seeing her. Now when we cross paths all it does is sink. It’s amazing how a “G” or a “K” can make all the difference.

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